Footsteps approached, stopping at the gate of the ruined temple.

The woman's heart and I were both in my throat, and I was already thinking about fighting with the female ghost.

Even if I can't beat her, I have to stop her, and I have to talk about the least morality.

The temple door was slammed open, and I jumped away from the woman with a thud, picked up a half-burned branch, held it with both hands, and pointed the flame at the door, assuming a posture that could be attacked and defended.

The master squatted on the fire, watching it with relish, unaware that a great disaster was coming.

An Ge, who was holding a stack of branches, was stunned at the door: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong, what are you trying to fight with me?" an unfamiliar voice shouted behind An Ge.

My calves trembled a little, thinking to myself that this terrible ghost is not a slut but a hooligan, I am familiar with this tone, like a little ruffian who buys vegetables in the vegetable market and touches his aunt's ass without paying.

Although I have always longed to be a good man, but I am also self-aware on weekdays, and I am walking around when I meet these people, but I really didn't expect to have a confrontation with the hooligan head-on for the first time, and the opposite side is still a hooligan who has died.

In the commentary, it is said that before the heroes become heroes, when they are still just a rookie, they often go through all kinds of tribulations, and then when they are blocked and beaten by the villains, the worldly masters descend from the sky, beat off the villains with one palm, teach the protagonist peerless martial arts, and encourage with a smile I appreciate your chivalrous heart, and you have to work hard in the future.

The young man burst into tears, holding the cheats and looking at the back of the master who was drifting away, his nose and face were swollen with tears, and he called Master in a low voice.

This is the opportunity for me to do chivalrous righteousness, although it is just a ghost of a hooligan, but my chivalrous heart is the same as those heroes, and then according to the routine in the book, as long as I rush forward and be beaten half to death by the hooligans, a master from outside the world will automatically fall from the sky to teach me peerless martial arts.

I had made up my mind, and I stepped out, pointed the burning stick at the young man's front door, and shouted: "Ange! Beware of evil ghosts!"

The young man looked embarrassed and was about to speak, but was interrupted by another voice: "Where's the ghost? Why didn't I see it?"

"Aren't you just trying to strike at the west?" I rebuked, replacing the sword with a stick, and the burning stick in my hand pulled out a sparkling sword flower in the air, and stepped out, blocking the woman's body with great momentum.

To say that this is called seeing death as home, to the small to say that this is called righteousness and bravery, I feel that the sword just now looks good, and I think I will not lose my share to the world's masters.

An Ge looked embarrassed, holding the branch in his arms with one hand, and with the other hand, he pulled out the long sword that he carried casually on his shoulder, and threw it diagonally into the ground.

The long sword was nailed into the ground, buzzing and trembling: "What are you doing?

Ignoring the long sword's protest, An Ge explained to us with a helpless smile: "I'm really sorry, this sword is lodged by evil spirits, and it often makes strange noises, and I ask you not to be afraid, although it is ugly, it will not hurt people." ”

The long sword was uneven on the ground: "Evil spirit, your uncle, I am a famous good sword in Dakong Mountain, do you believe that your master cut you?"

An Ge explained with a smile: "This sword likes to talk big. ”

......

No matter how you look at it, it looks like you can't even lie!

And what's going on with this talking sword?

The storyteller in the teahouse also told the story of the sword immortals who used their swords to light and cold the nineteen continents, but after all, it was just a story in the storytelling! Even if it was a dream, the limit of my imagination was the level of raising my hand and waving a few sword qi, and I never imagined that there was really a talking sword in the world!

Could it be that this person is really a legendary master of the world?

The biggest problem now is not the ghost, but the object of my righteous and courageous actions seems to have found the wrong person.

I have never heard of a good end for those who are brave and brave enough to be outside the world.

"Artifact?" said Master coldly behind me.

"Not really. The young man's eyes lit up, probably because he felt that he had met a fellow practitioner.

"It's not far off. The long sword stuck on the ground and added in a huff.

Master nodded: "It is indeed a good sword." ”

The long sword triumphant: "A little eyesight!"

I couldn't get into the conversation between the two of them, I knew every word they spoke, but I couldn't understand them when they were connected.

Seeing that the two of them were politely praising each other with a sword, they didn't pay any attention to me at all, so they had to find another idler present in a bored manner.

I turned my head to look at the woman, and saw that she was blushing, staring intently.

Could it be that I am fascinated by the demeanor of a master outside the world, and I am ready to come to a scene where the beauty is saved by a hero, hugging the thighs of the master and shouting that there is no way to repay the great kindness and virtue, so I have to make a promise to each other?

I thought I had guessed what she was thinking, and I crouched down and poked her shoulder, and the soft touch came from my fingertips, and I couldn't help but poke it again.

The woman sighed and looked at me with tears in her eyes, meaning what is the matter with you poking me?

I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Do you understand what they're saying?"

Maybe it was because I was getting too close, and the hot breath from my mouth lifted the strands of hair around her ears, and the tips of the hair brushed against her cheeks, causing the itch to make her body tremble slightly.

The smell of her body was warm and sweet, and it made me feel a little confused.

She shifted her body, a little away from me, and said with a red face, "I don't know. ”

"But since you are the disciple of the old gentleman, didn't the old gentleman teach you these things?"

I secretly laughed in my heart that this woman is too afraid of life, you and I are both daughters, why avoid me like a tiger wolf? I heard the aunt say that the more shy the girl, the more presumptuous and bold the young men, now it seems that it is really true, such an interesting reaction is really very interesting to make people have the desire to tease, worthy of Aunt Yuan, who was known as a flower in the village back then, and her life experience is by no means comparable to that of the fledgling me.

So I had to inch in, didn't let her get away, and then leaned over again, grabbed her arm, and said with a smile: "Sister, are you afraid of life?"

Her arm struggled lightly in my arms, and seeing that I was holding on to it, without the slightest intention of letting go, I had to give up resistance, and let me stick to her, the blush on her face did not fade at all, and she replied helplessly: "My family lives in the mountains, and there are few people who have contacts, so I am not good at words." ”

Somehow, my heart fluttered, my left hand went all the way down the arm in my arms, ten fingers interlocked tightly to hold her little hand, and at the same time the other hand probed behind her, gently fell on her slender waist, gently pinched the waist shirt, and said with a smile: "Sister, what is your name? I don't know if you have a husband? Sister is so good-looking, I think there is no shortage of matchmakers." ”

So that's what it's like to flirt with a woman from a good family? I think I'm still a law-abiding hero in essence, but now by her side, I think it's worth it even if I can't be a hero.

She was obviously taken aback by my actions, but luckily no one was present, otherwise I would have been caught as a prodigal. She began to get nervous, and she writhed a little harder in my arms, but fortunately, I hugged her tightly, not only did not break away from her, but hugged her more and more cordially.

"What's your name, sister?" I asked, I didn't think it was too much.

She was a little flustered and replied, "My name is Yuan Thirteen, because I am the thirteenth in the family, girl, can you let me go?"

It's like walking at night and encountering a gang of robbers, and the robbers ask you to take out the money obediently, but you go up and make a gesture, saying Mr. robber, I won't give you money, can you let me go?

The answer is no, of course!

I started to be not very honest in my hands, and my mouth was full of gibberish: "Miss Yuan Thirteen's name is really clear and catchy, and she is really like her name......

Bang ——。

The world is spinning.

There was a sharp pain in his forehead, and when he looked up, he saw that the master had a bewildered expression: "I said, where did you learn so many words? ”

I was confused, what was I doing?

The young master next to him also pinched the trick, which was a famous stunt, and his brain collapsed.

Bang ——。

There was a crunch.

A red envelope suddenly appeared on the head of the sister named Yuan Shisan, and tears of pain swirled in her eyes.

My heart also hurt, and I asked the world's masters: "What are you doing beating her!"

As soon as An Ge wanted to speak, the long sword on his back replied first: "If I don't wake you up again, I'm afraid that even the soul will hook her!"

Yuan Shisan hugged his head, painful tears were about to fall, buried his face in his knees, shook his head and denied: "I didn't mean to ...... either"